A look into the paintings you make.

So specific the taste of your eyes.
I could taste it on the filter of a cigarette.
Sweet it is.
You knew it was just right.
I know I did.
As you slept did you think about me?
I know I did.
When you called did you feel relieved that I answered.
I know I did.

All of the questions I could ask you do not hold a candle upto you.
Even if I was utterly happy it is no contest against you.
Useless is the smile of which I look at you, unless you put it there.
Please hold the misconception away, it is a compliment.
I basically am saying there is nothing like you to make me smile...
...make me feel wanted...
...makes me feel amazing...
There is nothing like you, its true.

Reviews

[Megan]

While reading this I found myself smiling, again you build anticipation. I know I can read this poem when I'm feeling really down, and miraculously I will smile.